The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-12-18


Farewell Thou has trampled loves faith in the
Thou has torn from my bosom its hope and its
trust. Hoffman.
1t was the first day Of August
Charlie in company with two of his min
isterial associates, had left two days before
for a five-weeks sojourn among the Cats
kills. His mother and sister were to leave
for the White Sulphur on the morrow
Mrs. Woodbury. had finished packing her
trunk, and was now assisting Florine in
packing hers, and, as the two was thus en-
gagged, the elder lady suddenly exclaimed:
My, dear, you don't look happy to-day.
Are you feeling unwell? Or are you sad
because you are going to leave Virgils am
sure be has promised to spend every other
Sunday with ii"
Florine was silent for minute; then ex-
claimed:
"Oh, mother, had such a horrible dream
last night, and il has troubled me all the
morning"
"a dream!" said Mrs. Woodbury., laugh
ing lightly. surely you would not allow
such a thint; to worry you? 1t is only ig-
norant peopis, my dear child, that are har-
raised by dreams and signs. But can you
not relate this dream that has thrown such
damper upon your usually gay spirit?
With shudder Florine said:
Il dreamed that | was seated in the par
lor awaiting the appearance of Virgil, when
suddenly the door was thrown violently
open, and he rushed in the room, and, oh,
mother, his face and hands were dyed with
blood.
"'Oh, you false, wicked womanl you
heartless flirtp he exclaimed. shaking his
fingers at me. You have done it all, and
] hate you with all my heart and he
started to strike me, but in the attempt fell
to the floor, and, with an awful groan, died.
Oh, mother mother! 1t was just horrible!''
and the speaker hid her face in her hands
and shuddered from head to foot.
Mrs. Woodbury., too, felt a thrill of horror
creep over her frame, but, assuming a
smile, presently said in playful voice:
Perhaps, my daughter, you have a SEN
sational novel concealed beneath your pill
low, and are in the habit of reading chap
ter or two before retiring at night"
Florine's lip: curled contelnptuously.
do you think the affianced wife of Vii
gil Paine would so sully her womanhood as
to read a novel whose tone was immoral or
plot improbable9 No, mother" she added,
in a gentler tone. II read nothing last
night. After parting with Virgil, l retired
directly, and | assure you | never felt hap
pier in my life as l dropped off to Sleep"
By noon the two ladies had finished their
task.
Mrs. Woodbury. took up palm leaf fan.
and the morning paper. Passing into her
own boudoir she threw herself upon a
lounge and began a diligent search for the
White Sulphur letter.
Florine descended to the library, and, tax
ing up a book she had been reading the day
before, tried to become interested in the
contents, but, failing to dose, she petulantly
tossed it aside and restlessly walked up and
down the floor.
A vigorous ring of the bell suddenly
startled her, and, scarcely KIN wing what she
was doing, she rushed out in the hall
1T was only the postman, Miss Florine, y
said the footman, coming toward her. "a
letter for you"
Florine took the letter from the servants
hand and returned to the library
Il wonder whom it is fromf' she ex-
claimed, as her eyes dwelt for a moment
upon the superscription, which was written
in beautiful Spencerian hand. cit is post
marked Springfield Mass, July %. Good
ness! 1t ought to have reached me more
than a week ago. | wonder what could
have delayed it so!n
By this time she had broken the seal. The
contents of the letter ran thus:
SPRINGFIELD, MASS, July 81, 1S-.
my ANGELIC DARLING-I actually
cursed the fate that compelled me to leave
you as soon as we landed in New York, for
was thus cheated of two days of your So
ciety. After five weeks of intense suffer
ing, my grandfather died day before yester-
day, leaving my cousin, Anthony Crane,
and myself million and half each, the
estate being valued at three millions. A
million and half Just think how wealthy
l am You will live like a queen, won't
you, darllngl Oh, Florine, heaven alone
knows what have suffered since we part
ed You don't know how YEARLY time has
dragged by The past five weeks has seemed
century. / am thinking of you always, my
sweet. You occupy my whole thoughts
when / am awake, and when | fall asleep
you are lowering like an angel over my pill
low. God bless you, my beautiful, black
eyed queen! oh, l cannot live without
you'll Do you remember the delightful
promenades we used to have ON deck on our
night-that beautiful, moonlight night
when asked you to be my wifel Shall |
ever forget how you raised your glorious
orbs, so full OF love- to mine, and promised
in accents, sweet and low, to become my
bride! know darling, you have been lone
ly and, oh, so wretched without me. | am
coming to see you IN few days, and then
we will acquailt your mother with our be-
trothal
my cousin, Anthony Crane, is going
South with me- He is very anxious to see
you, as l speak so often and glowingly of
you.
II must bring my epistle to a termina-
tlon now. Au revoir, my angel.
II am, lovingly and eternally yours,
''WALLACE MARVIN
''How foolish and love-sick' muttered
the girl, as she proceeded TO tear the disgust
ing letter in tiny bits. II thought he had
forgotten me by this time. wonder il the
poor, white-headed man is conceited enough
to think am really in love with him, or